Cezanne had his signature trained upon the scene an unwitting savant of the future
Vivid blue green and purple down strokes of colour support the arches of the bridge soon to ferry a weary military convoy from peace to war, where the trenches of Flanders lay fertilised with the dead already
Guns boom distal to their ears une generation purdue
Cradled below a hazy sky dusted foot steps disturb the ages
A Farewell to Arms was never so eloquent than now for no war is the The Great War nor can it be numbered like chapters of the Bible
Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees
Souls of soldiers trudge by their destiny unknown save their graves the size of footprints of angels
One of the few lived and bade farewell not to arms, but his wife instead
It seemed she had one haemorrhage after another. They couldn’t stop it. I went into the room and stayed with Catherine until she died. She was unconscious all the time and it did not take her long to die.
Her fate inevitable as autumn leaves fall and carve the air
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